Wen Wen no longer comforted the young girl, and the atmosphere behind them became much quieter. Wen Wen could finally calm down and drink his coffee.
However, he suddenly frowned because he sensed an unusual energy behind him, entwined with that Zhang Fan.
This power was very hidden; if his strength hadn't greatly improved, he might not have noticed it.
"Honestly, can't I just have some peace and quiet to drink my coffee?"
Wen Wen stood up, observing Zhang Fan, and found his eyes to be vacant, mumbling something.
Suddenly, he picked up a pen from the table, as if to write on it, but his pen tip was at least a centimeter away from the surface.
Before he could start writing, Wen Wen directly grabbed Zhang Fan's hand, stopping him.
Wen Wen didn't know what he was trying to do, but he was certain it wasn't anything good.
Zhang Fan came to his senses and looked at Wen Wen as if he had seen a ghost. What was going on with a grown man suddenly holding his hand? Su Dan Novel Network.
"Young man, your hands are so fair and tender, so nice."
Wen Wen didn't feel any embarrassment at all. He grabbed Zhang Fan's hand and gently kneaded it, saying.
As a superpowered individual whose chest displayed a bikini pattern when using his abilities, ordinary matters found it difficult to embarrass Wen Wen.
Zhang Fan felt a chill, goosebumps rising all over his body. He quickly pulled his hand away, looking at Wen Wen as if he were looking at a pervert.
Oh, not like a pervert, he was actually looking at a pervert.
"Lulu, let's go. There's an idiot here."
Zhang Fan pulled Liao Jialu and left the cafe. The strange energy also dissipated.
Wen Wen narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.
Just now, when he grabbed Zhang Fan's hand, he saw a figure in a white suit outside the window!
This reminded him of his findings while apprehending ghosts: many vicious cases in Furong River City were driven by supernatural forces. Was this related to the man in the white suit he just saw?
After thinking for a moment, Wen Wen made a call to the association, asking two assistants to keep an eye on the young man and woman.
Although after being stopped by Wen Wen, the man in the white suit would likely not bother the two again, Wen Wen still wanted to send people to monitor them to prevent any unforeseen events.
A moment later, a somewhat ostentatious stretch limousine stopped at the entrance of the cafe. Zhao Jinwu entered the cafe with his two subordinates.
"Mr. Wen, please tell me what you need, and I will do my best to fulfill it," Zhao Jinwu said obsequiously, his attitude even more subservient than last time.
A while ago, he had commissioned people from Cheng Tuzi in the northern part of the city to torture and kill Wen Wen. Afterward, all those thugs had vanished without a trace, their whereabouts unknown and their bodies unrecoverable.
The most terrifying part was that no one had pursued the matter afterward, as if those individuals had never existed.
Although these people involved in the underworld appeared glamorous and had committed many wicked deeds, they conducted their affairs with extreme caution. Once they crossed the line, they would face lightning-fast retribution.
The Federation managed this aspect very strictly. As long as the bottom line was violated, there would be no good outcome.
However, the person in front of him had possibly killed several people without causing even a ripple.
"No more nonsense. I need your help selling some things this time," Wen Wen said, patting a box on the seat beside him.
Zhao Jinwu patted his chest and said, "You and I shouldn't be talking about asking for favors; just give me your orders."
"Antiques and books, all at least a thousand years old and well-preserved. You can keep... one-tenth of the money from selling them."
Wen Wen had originally intended to give him one-fifth, but after observing his attitude, he lowered the price.
As for money, the less spent, the better.
Zhao Jinwu opened the box, and a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
Antiques of similar value were usually stored separately with proper protective measures.
Yet, the person in front of him had brought all of them together in one box for sale…
Various thoughts from online novels surfaced in Zhao Jinwu's mind. Was this person not a metropolitan soldier king, but a descendant of a tomb-robbing family?
It wasn't his fault for overthinking; this box of items was truly valuable. Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times. The Federation had been established for over a hundred years and was at its peak. The prices of antiques were considerable.
Wen Wen leaned forward, his eyes slightly red, and said, "After selling them, transfer the money to my account. Take only what you're entitled to; don't get any funny ideas."
Zhao Jinwu nodded blankly. If he had harbored any petty thoughts before, they were now gone.
This was because Wen Wen had planted a mental suggestion in his mind, making it impossible for him to covet this money.
The facility was nearing a financial deficit, so this money couldn't have any issues.
After settling the deal, Wen Wen got up to leave. He had other matters to attend to.
The last time he asked Zhu Qipei for help, the agreed-upon reward was five pig-headed beauties. Wen Wen was going to deliver the items to him on this outing.
It had to be said that Xu Hai's existence had greatly strengthened the friendship between Wen Wen and Zhu Qipei. Now, the two were as close as sworn brothers.
When Wen Wen arrived, Zhu Qipei was discussing something with a middle-aged man in a suit.
The man had a distressed expression, as if he were begging Zhu Qipei for something. Upon seeing Wen Wen approach, Zhu Qipei decisively abandoned the man and walked towards Wen Wen.
Then, the middle-aged man looked at Wen Wen with resentment, even a touch of small-scale hatred.
Wen Wen scratched his head. He hadn't offended this man; what was with his gaze?
He didn't know that this man was the owner of Furong Little Kitchen, and Zhu Qipei's magical culinary skills had always been the pillar of Furong Little Kitchen.
However, after Wen Wen appeared, Chef Zhu rarely cooked himself anymore, often busy with unknown matters.
Now that Wen Wen had shown up, Chef Zhu had abandoned him again, making him feel quite uncomfortable.
This was all Wen Wen's fault!
However, this middle-aged man only found Wen Wen somewhat displeasing and didn't intend to cause him trouble.
To kidnap and threaten a stranger without any connection over trivial matters was the kind of idiotic behavior that only appeared in old-fashioned urban novels.
Individuals who acted so ostentatiously and tyrannically would only be eliminated and abandoned by society.
Such people might exist in small numbers, but not enough to be easily encountered.
Taking Wen Wen to his home, Zhu Qipei rubbed his hands together and said, "Are the things I asked for ready?"
Wen Wen nodded. He no longer felt any shame in doing such things. The first time was unfamiliar, but the second time was familiar. After many transactions, he had gotten used to it.
He opened his briefcase and took out five pig-headed beauties – a black pig, a white pig, a spotted pig, a fragrant pig, and a wild pig – placing them in front of Zhu Qipei.
Zhu Qipei's hands trembled as he carried the five dolls into the bedroom and closed the door, making Wen Wen shake his head.
"This guy is strong and sturdy, but he's already at six now. Can he handle it… I hope he doesn't die of exhaustion."